All the Details

I feel closest to you
when I am wearing
your collar.

The collar is our signal —
my way of saying “I am yours,”
your way of saying “You are mine,”
each belief coming from a different
direction, each with a meaning set
in its own stone, both crossing
through me right where the collar
surrounds my neck.

I love belonging
to you like this, with all the details
and nuances of my submission
layered into a seemingly innocent
strip of leather.

When you first drop the collar
into my lap, I understand that
this might be the last decision
of my night. If I say “Yes, Sir,”
I cross over into your care.
My head clears, and my body
opens itself like a clean slate
where you will draw our story,
leaving marks that are unique
and intimate.

As you wrap the collar around my neck
I am thankful for the softness of its lining,
but am always a bit startled by the brute
strength of its leather. When you snap
the metal latch, locking me into
the collar’s smug hold, I realize
that my cunt is already drenched,
and waiting for you.